Green eyes
All that remain are a couple of phone messages. Garbled, barely intelligible, a testament to poor reception. My personal chronicle of events. I never pick up; but I also do not discard your messages. You gotta give me credit for that. When I am desolate, in need of company, I listen to your voice. I imagine your face. You look into my eyes. I glance away. I am afraid you will see too much, because you look too intently.
I'm busy, I say to you,
being lonely, I say to myself. The nights are still cold. I'll still need your company. I hope you won't stop calling. Your voice is all that remains.
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this sentimental side of you and the way it comes out so simply--so devoid of artifice--just makes me heart stop.
Was about to say the same as transience.
What you've written is so tender and simple, that it makes one stop. To reflect..to feel..
I know exactly what this feels like. My inbox is constantly full and it hurts deciding which messages to discard. *Sigh* If only we can keep them all ...
I sometimes reflect on the duality of some modern day contraptions.
On one hand, I feel they actually act as deterrents of real communication.
But on the other hands, when they are used as in this tought by Carolvs, they actually become a beacon, a ray of hope.
shite! CVS, you always know how to break the dam in my eyes.
In the end, its whatever gets you through the day...whether itsrecalling the familiar, clinging to it for a while and hopeful in its return or letting go of it entirely and trying to move on as quickly as possible. some say being of the former is a sign of weakness, but in some ways its what makes us human, and what makes this post powerfully real...
wow, I know what you mean. letting go is so hard. it's a constant battle that wears you out.
i still have voicemail messages that i can't seem to erase and yet i don't want to listen too.
such a mix of emotions. the end of the ride is so sad and lonely but you're glad you hopped on for
it. bittersweet.
jesus christ! this man needs more tape to record on. more tape to record on.
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